Kalie's Cave

THIS IS NOT YOUR TYPICAL STORIE, much unlike others. Kalie Jonsey Mirramont lives in another world, or so she likes to believe When her eyes close, her mind gets to exploring. Kalie doesn’t find all the things that a normal 14 year old girl would probably find interesting. She doesn’t have much of an interest for the boys at her school and doesn’t like having to stay home with her parents. She runs off day and night to her own little world in her head. She runs off to her cave were she feels much safer. She can think up her own people to talk to and create her own dreams of wonder. But what happens when in her mind, she starts to realize that she can’t always make things up and hind from the real world. What happens wh her real world and her bade up world start to colide an her land starts slowly fading away and things are crashing down in her made up land as she try’s to make it last for ever.
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1…My Name Is Magic isn't real when it is on the T.V because they
use special effects. Magic isn't real when you go to a show in Las
Vegas because they have all there little tricks hiding right up
there sleeves. Magic is only real when it is in your mind, full of
various bright colors and figures. Magic is only real, when you
believe it to be real. My name is Kalie Jonesey Mirramount. My real
name is Carlina Jannis Mirramount. I have no idea who names there
child Carlina Jannis Mirramount, but I guess the two folks that I
call my parents do. I am 14 and since I have been given a name that
doesn't really suit me in the slightest; I have decided that I
haven't the choice but to change my name. Now I am Kalie Jonesey
Mirramount. I realize that I have been neglecting to tell the rest
of the world about my new name, but that is only because I lack the
social skills that one would need to inform others about something
as important as a name change. I will forever be known as the girl
who doesn't talk much. The girl who is overly shy. So for now, I
will be keeping my new name to my self…In this world at least. I do
have a father, and I do have a mother. They have bared another
daughter other than me who they say is my sister. Agnus is her
name. I almost feel sorry that they gave her the name Agnus, which
is far worst of a name than mine, but I can't feel sorry for her.
Not ever. If I was to live in a household were things were at a
normal point and it seemed as if my family/ sister cared for me,
then I very well might possibly feel sorry for my sister having the
name Agnus. For now though, I just go on believing that she lives
in the same house as me, but shares none of the same blood I do. It
is a lot easier to believe that than to believe she really does
have any blood relation to me. They want me to be perfect all the
time, my family. That is why I think I get the feeling I don't
belong in THIS world. I have lost all ability to feel sorry for my
family members when they whine about all the day to day tasks they
have to complete. Mom, if you choose to be a stay at home mother,
than please, don't complain about having to watch after two girls
and clean up all the time. Father, if your going to stay a
physiatrist, then don't whine about always having to work all the
time and such late hours. And sister, if you're going to be all
girly and prissy and date all the boys you can and wear lots of
make up and be dumb and annoying, and lots of stupid thing, then
please, just leave this house and go whine about not owning enough
cloths to some other sorry soul. I imagine everyone spends some
time or another staying in a place they do not want to be. I
imagine some people are forced to spend a majority of time in a
place they do not want to be. I feel like if I don't day dream, and
believe in magic...If I do not close my eyes to see colors and
shapes, then I would just be dreaming in boring black and white
images all the time. This is why I can no longer stay the Carlina
Jannis that I was, and I must reinvent my self. Kalie Jonesey
Mirramount… Kalie Jonesey Mirramount… Kalie Jonesey Mirramount. I
am writing this name over and over again in my head. I write this
name because it has a nice ring to it. I'm dipping my small wooden
paintbrush into my pink paint puddle I have created on the floor
next to me and am writing this name all over these stone walls. I
have pink paint dripping all over the place and creeping down both
my hands, making a mess of my arms and knees. I love the feeling of
the cold, wet paint. I love the feeling of not having to wash it
off and I can just let it stay there. If this wasn't my own world,
I would be sent straight to the bathroom to soak my hands in water
and then be scolded for being so absurd. My mother does not like
pink paint. She does not like any kind of paint. I am not aloud to
paint in the real world so I smile at way I move my brush with out
being told what to do I'm MY world. I am painting my 4th flower
next to the 5th creation of my new name. The flowers suit my name.
The color suits my name. This is Kalie's cave now. In the real
world, I am still known as Carlina Jannis, but in my world? I AM
Kalie Jonesey Mirramount.